John is my oldest slave, eleven and a half year and counting. I was a new and relatively inexperienced Dominatrix when we first met and we clicked straight away. John loves bondage and I love bondage. John loves electrics and I love electrics. John love torture and I love to torture. John loves to dress in high heels, stockings, corsets and PVC and, guess what, I love to dress in high heels, stockings, corsets and PVC. We feel we have been on a long and exciting journey together over the years, I know he trusts me explicitly, just as I trust him. We play regularly, sometimes once a month, sometimes twice a month, sometimes twice a week. The relationship between a slave and their Mistress is extremely precious and it requires a great deal of mutual respect. Our relationship has that.
This week we played in the suspension room. I put John in the harness and tied his hands to the bar, winching it high so he was up on his toes. The leg spreader was attached to keep his legs fixed wide. The anal hook was inserted, a simple piece of equipment that can have sensational results. I tied the hook tightly up to the top of the bishops mask he was wearing, pulling his head far back. If he tried to move his head he would just be pulling the hook up further into himself. He was strung up like a piece of meat and I had access to all sides. Then the torment, teasing and torture began and he was completely helpless to my actions.
Once I felt he had suffered enough I took him down and put him on his back on the sling. I put the leg spreader on again and tied it to the central winch and took it up high again to ensure his legs were incapable of moving an inch. Then I inserted the inflatable vibrating anal plug, and as I slowly turned it up I watched his body react.
Next I attached the PES eclectics, the Corona Stimulator with focusing pods with the Big Boy Sparkler around the base, my favourite combination for explosive sensational results. Slowly I turned it up, all the time talking softly to my slave, coaxing him to take more for his Mistress. I listened to his breathing change, his body strain against his tightly tied wrists and ankles, his moans stifled by the gag in his mouth. I was in control again.